Grace Goodwin

I love you. I love everything about you. You are a fierce warrior where protecting your mates is concerned

I hope you will be as protective a mother.”

I’ll force myself to let you work with the Hunter, but I won’t be able to unless you’re mine. Really mine.”

I felt her fight, felt her need, felt everything blasting at us. But then, as if she’d been holding on to a ledge with the tips of her fingers, she let go. Every line of her body softened, she even whimpered in relief.
“You,” she breathed.
Gods, she was gorgeous.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’ll keep me safe, know what I need and give it to me.”
“What else?”
“Let me be me, in bed and out.”
“That’s right, mate

You’ll go about your day knowing your mates are here for you. Waiting. Ready to kill for you, die for you. All because we love you.”

I accept your claim, warrior

Once upon a time, I’d thought to tease Tyran by wearing orange or red or black. Any other color.
But the buzz of contentment he sent my way every time he or Hunt saw me wearing Zakar family colors killed the urge. Their happiness was my favorite drug

they recognized after they’d been rescued that stifling me wasn’t going to make me happy. Tyran had been right, the match meant I had to be myself, which was an independent woman

We were to meet them in the communal dining area. I was eager to see them, to tell them my news. I’d sworn Doctor Surnen to secrecy, but he was practically glowing, so I knew he wouldn’t last long

A woman should tell her men she’s having their baby on her own time, not because they’re damn mind readers.”